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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Soft Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.