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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.