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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Stiv Bators,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.