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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
This Heat,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.