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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
the Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.