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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.