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 France and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.