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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Searchers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.