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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacques Brel,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.