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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
MDC,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Jacques Brel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
The United States of America,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.