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 Angola and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the jazz 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jawbox,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.