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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.