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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.