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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Lightning Bolt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Victims,
The Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.