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 Kenya 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rites of Spring,
Urselle,
The Remains,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.