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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Franke,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.