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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
UT,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.