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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.