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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the electroclash 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.