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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.