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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.