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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.