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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.