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 Niger 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.