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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Franke,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.