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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Sheep 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Kaleidoscope,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.