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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.