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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.