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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
the Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.