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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
The Beau Brummels,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.