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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
June of 44,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Can,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Das Ding,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.