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 Egypt 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Copeland,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.