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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.