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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Whodini,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.