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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
Marshall Jefferson,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Joyce Sims,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.