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 Uruguay and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Second Layer,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.