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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Ituana,
Skaos,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.