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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Crime,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.