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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 Philadelphia and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Jawbox,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.