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 Uganda 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
The Monks,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Rakim,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.