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 Korea North 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Fortunes,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Franke,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.