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 Thailand and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
48th St. Collective,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.