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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the rap 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Wings,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.