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 Honduras and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moody Blues,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.