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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.