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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Television,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Monks,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.