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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Ossler,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.