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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
a-ha,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
AZ,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.