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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.