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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.