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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.