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 Belize and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.