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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters 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?
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.