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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.