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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
DNA,
This Heat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.