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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Glasgow and Madrid.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D 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?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
UT,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.