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 United Kingdom and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Skarface,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.