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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Pagans,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Ituana,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.