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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rekid to the disco 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
New Order,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
X-102,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.