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 Burkina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Mars,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.