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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.