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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.