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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.