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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
The Move,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.