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 Serbia and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.