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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.