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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.