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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.