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 Libya and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.