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 South Africa 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
The Walker Brothers,
Lower 48,
Swans,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
The Slits,
Japan,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.