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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Zapp,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.