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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the jazz 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.