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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Qualms,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.