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 Estonia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Minor Threat,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
Chrome,
DNA,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.