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 Guinea 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.