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 Chad and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
The Litter,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.