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 Korea North and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.