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 Russia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
MDC,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.