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 Antigua 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Blues Magoos,
ABBA,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
Camberwell Now,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.