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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.