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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Index,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.