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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Skarface,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.