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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Popol Vuh,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.