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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Motorama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.