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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.