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 Hungary and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the electroclash 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.