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 Mauritius and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.