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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
The Index,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Skatalites,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.