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 Sweden 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alice Coltrane,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Q65,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.