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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
Joe Finger,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.