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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Offenders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erasure,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
The Grass Roots,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Birthday Party,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.