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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
The Busters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.