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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Pagans,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Gong,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.