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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.