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 Niger and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the punk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Standells,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.