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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
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 Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Suburban Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.