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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Skarface,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.