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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deepchord to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.