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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Rites of Spring to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
MC5,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.