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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Crash Course in Science to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.