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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pole,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.