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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Derrick May,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.