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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.