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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.