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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '90s.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.