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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Glenn Branca to the punk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.