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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Skarface,
Depeche Mode,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.