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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joey Negro to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Motorama,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Bang On A Can,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.