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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.