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 Singapore and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.