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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.