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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.