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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Bill Near,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.