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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.