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 Canada and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the punk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.