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 Macedonia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Tomorrow,
Deepchord,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.