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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Urselle,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.