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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Tom Boy,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.