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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.