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 Barbados and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.