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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.