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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.