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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.