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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sound,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.