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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.