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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Scratch Acid to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
Prince Buster,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.