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 Netherlands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Q65,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Mars,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Scrapy,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.