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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Move,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.