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 Cambodia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sarah Menescal 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
10cc,
EPMD,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
The Motions,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.