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 Cape Verde 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Oneida,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.