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 Canada and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Motions to the disco 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Wire,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.