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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.