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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Monks,
Symarip,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.