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 Senegal and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
UT,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.