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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.