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 Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
The Sound,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Index,
the Sonics,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Television,
the Association,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.