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 Togo 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Fear,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.