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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Y Pants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.