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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sällskapet,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Goldenarms,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.