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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Crime,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Newcleus,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.