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 Mali and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Franke,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Pet Shop Boys,
Shoche,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.