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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Grauzone,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.