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 Benin and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Albert Ayler,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.