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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Deakin,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.