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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Make Up,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.