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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Q65,
CMW,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.