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 Cuba and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.