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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Zapp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.