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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.