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 Morocco and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Royal Trux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.