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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.