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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 KRS-One to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Make Up,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.