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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.