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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Echospace to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.