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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 The Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.