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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 David McCallum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.