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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.