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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Brick,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.