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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Television,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bob Dylan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.