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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.