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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
AZ,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Zero Boys,
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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.