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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the funk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Mars,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.