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 Estonia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.