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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.