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 Libya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Bush Tetras to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Television,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Siglo XX,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Technova,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.