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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Terry Callier to the techno 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Index,
Jawbox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Symarip,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Magma,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.