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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brand Nubian 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Brick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.