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 Malta and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Easy Going,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
JFA,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.