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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.