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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Mojo Men to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Carl Craig,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.