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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 chamberlin 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.