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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Grey Daturas,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.