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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Television,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.