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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
UT,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Rakim,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.