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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
Franke,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Litter,
CMW,
10cc,
Can,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.