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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Oneida,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.