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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Quantec 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Nas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.