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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skatalites to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
CMW,
Roxette,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
The Neon Judgement,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.