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 Sweden and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Hashim 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Magazine,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.