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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.