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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Womack,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
JFA,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brothers Johnson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.