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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.