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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.