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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
The Martian,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.