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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rock 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
T. Rex,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.