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 Norway and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Lakeside,
The Gories,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.