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 Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.