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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wasted Youth to the rock 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
AZ,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.