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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Pole,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.