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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
June Days,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.