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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liliput,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.