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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.