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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the techno 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Banda Bassotti,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.