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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
T. Rex,
Quando Quango,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.