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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Searchers,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
The Wake,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.