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 Ukraine and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Henry Cow,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.