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 Turkmenistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Neu!,
The Red Krayola,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.