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 Guyana 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.