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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Accadde A,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.