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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.