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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Massinfluence to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.