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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.