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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.