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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Monolake,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.