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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
JFA,
The Smoke,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Ten City,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
the Association,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.