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 Romania 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swans to the funk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.