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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.