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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Black Flag,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.