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 Bangladesh 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
The Move,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.