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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Technova,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.