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 Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.