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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
The Monks,
This Heat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Clear Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.