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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Black Bananas,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.