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 Tuvalu and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.