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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 OOIOO to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.