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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
Fear,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Nas,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.