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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Television,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.