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 Turkey and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Popol Vuh,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Alphaville,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
the Human League,
Neu!,
Nico,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Severed Heads,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.