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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.