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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Section 25 to the grime 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.