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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 KRS-One to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funkadelic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.