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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Roxette to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.