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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.