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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Selecter to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.