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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Althea and Donna,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
CMW,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.