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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hashim,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.