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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers 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?
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.