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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Prince Buster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jacob Miller,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.