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 Djibouti and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-Ray Spex,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.