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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Monks,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mission of Burma,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.