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 Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Prince Buster,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Hashim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.