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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.