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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the grunge 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.