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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eli Mardock,
Pylon,
The Evens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.