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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Gichy Dan to the rock 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
MC5,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.