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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.