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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warsaw,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.