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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.