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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nico to the disco 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
CMW,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.