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 Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the funk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
10cc,
Technova,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.