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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Pagans,
Visage,
The Slits,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.