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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Tres Demented,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.