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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Skarface,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.