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 Kuwait 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Dead C to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.