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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
MC5,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.