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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.