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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.