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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 the Association to the techno 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.