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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.