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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Supertramp,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.