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 New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.