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 Guatemala and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
The Fugs,
Excepter,
Roxette,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.