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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
The Move,
June of 44,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.