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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
The Names,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.