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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Popol Vuh to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.