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 Kiribati and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers 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?
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
The Blues Magoos,
Tubeway Army,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Dark Day,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Symarip,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.