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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Television,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joyce Sims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.