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 Zimbabwe 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yellowson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Jandek,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.