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 Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Whodini,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.