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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.