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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Sonic Youth,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Gong,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.