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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.