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 South Africa 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Make Up,
Cameo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.