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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.