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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.