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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 David McCallum to the crunk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.