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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
David Axelrod,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.