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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Whodini,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
The Move,
The Motions,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.