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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Mars,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.