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 Bhutan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.