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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the funk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.