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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Monks,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.