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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.