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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Roxette,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.