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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Busters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.