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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.