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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.