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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Monolake,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Index,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.