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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Last Poets,
Mantronix,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.