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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Index,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Q65,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.