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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Excepter,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Malaria!,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.