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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.