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 Albania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 to the punk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Iggy Pop,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.