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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 KRS-One to the punk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Nas,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.