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 Finland and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Boredoms,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.