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 Bhutan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.