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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
China Crisis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.