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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Gang of Four,
Todd Terry,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monks,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.