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 Ivory Coast 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.