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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.