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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Lucky Dragons,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.