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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Flipper 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 techno 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Ludus,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.