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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Dual Sessions,
The Gories,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.