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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.