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 Kenya 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Magazine to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Tubeway Army,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.