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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.