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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.