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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.