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 Macedonia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Aswad,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-101,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.