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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 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 Busters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.