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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.