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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
B.T. Express,
The Wake,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.