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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.