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 Comoros 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.