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 Antigua and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Half Japanese to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.