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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Wings to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Grey Daturas,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.