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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.