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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.