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 India and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 MDC 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.