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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.