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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
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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.