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 Zambia 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.