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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.