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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
MDC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.