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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Cecil Taylor,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.