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 Cameroon and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neu! 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
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 Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
the Swans,
Fear,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.