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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.