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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Blackbyrds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.