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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.