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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Wings,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.