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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
the Soft Cell,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.