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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.