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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Surgeon to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
Symarip,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.