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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.