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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jawbox to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.