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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Man Parrish,
Magazine,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Deakin,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Evens,
PIL,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.