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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Connie Case to the rock 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.