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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Visage,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.