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 Libya and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sparks,
MC5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.