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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.