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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.