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 Jamaica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.