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 Honduras and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fugazi,
Jeff Mills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Wings,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.