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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
CMW,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Wire,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.