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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.