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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Scratch Acid,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.