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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Althea and Donna to the rap 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.