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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.