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 Syria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.