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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.