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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Sister Nancy,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.