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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.