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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Make Up to the rock 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maleditus Sound,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.