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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Easy Going to the funk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.