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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Ken Boothe to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
The Leaves,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.