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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 güiro 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.