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 Kazakhstan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Funkadelic,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.