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 Peru and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Althea and Donna to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.