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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.