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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
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.