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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Echospace,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Agitation Free,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.