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 Ecuador and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.