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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.