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 Turkey 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Young Rascals,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.