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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the punk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
The Selecter,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.