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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.