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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
Visage,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.