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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Technova,
Judy Mowatt,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Television,
The Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.