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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
Nico,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.