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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacob Miller,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Main Source,
Television,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.