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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Brick,
Ossler,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.