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 East Timor and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Das Ding to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.