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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Last Poets to the crunk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.