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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Jacob Miller,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.