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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Q65,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.