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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Todd Terry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
10cc,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.