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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 kango's stein massive to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Faust,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Lyres,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.