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 Vietnam and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Tears for Fears,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.