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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Quadrant to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.