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 Norway and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.