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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
The Litter,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.