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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Saccharine Trust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
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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.