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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.