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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.