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 Gambia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.