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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.