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 Peru 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Loose Ends to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
ABBA,
Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Ossler,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.