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 Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.