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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blackbyrds,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.