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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Can,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.