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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.