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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.