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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
DJ Sneak,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Doors,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.