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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Todd Rundgren,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.