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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Ten City,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.