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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Gap Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Essential Logic,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.