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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Scientists,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
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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.