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 Turkmenistan 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Normal,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.