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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
The Move,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.