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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Fad Gadget,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.