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 Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
The Stooges,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Clear Light,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
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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.