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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Faust,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.