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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.