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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Fear,
The Sound,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.