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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ronan to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
One Last Wish,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.