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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Black Pus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.