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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Tim Buckley,
The Human League,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.