Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.