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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
June of 44,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.