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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.