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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Kayak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.