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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.