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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Angels of Light,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.