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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.