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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.