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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.