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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the dance 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Kayak,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Can,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.