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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sparks,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.