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 Nepal and from Manchester.
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 Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.