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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Faust to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Hoover,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.