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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Grauzone,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.