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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the dance 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Faust,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.