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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.