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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.