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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Das Ding to the rock 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
CMW,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.