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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monolake,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.