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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Mummies to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.