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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Smog to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.