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 Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kayak,
Bluetip,
UT,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.