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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Seeds,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.