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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.