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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Swans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.