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 Finland and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
PIL,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Wire,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.