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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Cure,
Sam Rivers,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Aswad,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
UT,
The Victims,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.