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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Adolescents to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.