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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
ABBA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.