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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sonics,
Smog,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.