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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Smog,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Jandek,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.