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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Moebius,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.