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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
The Pretty Things,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.