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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.