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 India and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
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Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.