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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Piero Umiliani,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Visage,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Bill Wells,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.