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 Norway 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.