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 Japan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Nico,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.