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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fatback Band,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.