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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.