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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.