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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
The Vogues,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Main Source,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.