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 Andorra and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Ossler,
MDC,
Fear,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.