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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.