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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Organ,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.