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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.