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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.