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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the grime 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.