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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
New Order,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Arab on Radar,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.