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 United States and from Cairo.
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 Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.