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 Czech Republic and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
Ituana,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Cybotron,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Kayak,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.