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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Joensuu 1685,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.