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 Turkmenistan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Josef K,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.