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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Severed Heads,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
cv313,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.