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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Guru Guru,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.