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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.