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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flash Fearless 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Marine Girls,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.