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 Eritrea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.