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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
The Gories,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.