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 Singapore and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Pole,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
The Slackers,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.