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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fat Boys 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.