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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Dead Boys,
CMW,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.