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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.