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 Ivory Coast and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.