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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.