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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boredoms to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Monks 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
H. Thieme,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.