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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.