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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
DNA,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.