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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.