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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Darondo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Gories,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.