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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fugs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.