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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.