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 Bahrain and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brick,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.