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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Swans,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Copeland,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.