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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Victims,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Faust,
Moebius,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.