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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.