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 Croatia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Smiths,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.