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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
The Skatalites,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.