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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Motorama,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.