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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.