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 Madagascar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Mission of Burma,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.