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 South Sudan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 New Christs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Amon Düül,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.