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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
The Black Dice,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.