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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
X-102,
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.