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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Boz Scaggs,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Cameo,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.