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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.