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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Little Man,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.