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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Visage to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
the Association,
AZ,
Hoover,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.