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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Magma,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
X-102,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.