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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Model 500,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
The Busters,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.