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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
UT,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Residents,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
Adolescents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.