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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Radiohead,
Oblivians,
Wire,
X-102,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Japan,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.