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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.