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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Japan,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.