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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.