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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Monks,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
ABC,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
Main Source,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Ice-T,
Cecil Taylor,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.