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 Spain and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Audionom,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pop Group,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Cal Tjader,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.