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 Chad and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lightning Bolt,
UT,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.