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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.