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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.