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 Morocco and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.