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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.