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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.