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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.