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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Angry Samoans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.