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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.