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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scratch Acid to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.