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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
The Busters,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.