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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
The Names,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
Can,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.