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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
X-101,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
The Standells,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.