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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Livin' Joy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.