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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Fear,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.