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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fugs,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.