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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.