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 Gabon and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
KRS-One,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.